WIFE : BOUGHT AND PAID FOR

SHOT 17

Third person's pov!

Aryamann looked at her in pure horror. Of course, he should have known from the look of pure ecstasy on her face when he told her that he is giving her a year to annoy him.

Seems like she took it very seriously.

She was smiling widely at the thought of shoving the sweets down his throat, and her smile lit up her whole face.

For a moment, Aryamann forgot she was planning how to torture him. All he could see was her pretty hazel eyes smiling along with her pink, plump lips, which he couldn't wait to taste again.

She was talking animatedly to Ishitha bhabhi, and his gaze fell upon her slender neck down to her collarbone.

Aryamann chided himself for lusting after his fake fiancee when she was planning to irritate the hell out of him. He forced himself to remember the night she shoved all those seven gulab jamun balls down his throat and not about the night where he had her in his arms.

He had never before wanted a woman with such a strong desire, that he had a very hard time controlling himself. Aryamann was brought out of his fantasies when his grandmother asked him to help Bhumi in the kitchen.

Aryamann led Bhumi to their kitchen and saw the look of wonder in her eyes.

"This is my dream kitchen," she said, and Aryamann kept watching her.

She stood in front of the kitchen island and moved about collecting things for the sweets she was about to prepare.

She tucked the pallu of the saree in the waistband exposing the beautiful waist to his eager eyes.

Aryamann's gaze followed her movements and settled on her creamy flawless skin. His mouth went dry at the sight of her waist, and his hands itched to touch her.

She was busy preparing the kheer, and he was having a hard time keeping his hands to himself. He finally couldn't help it anymore.

Bhumi was so much into her sweet-making, and she was startled when a pair of hands snaked around her waist.

The skin-to-skin contact made a shiver run down her spine. She looked behind to see Aryamann back hugging her, and he placed an open-mouth kiss on her shoulder which shook her to the core.

What is happening to her? What is he doing? She had no idea.

"What are you doing?" She asked breathlessly and tried to wiggle out of his grip, only for him to tighten his grip.

"Ishitha bhabhi is watching us. Just play along," he said.

Of course, it had to be for the show. Then why did her stupid heart decide to beat at an uncontrollable speed? Why does her traitorous body react to his every single touch?

He was peppering open-mouth kisses up and down along her long swan-like neck and shoulder. She flexed her neck, giving him more access, and she couldn't concentrate on her cooking anymore.

"Aryamann, please," she begged.

For what? She had no idea. She is enjoying every moment, and her heart and body want more when the sane part of her brain is screaming at her to stop...

"Please what, Bhumi?" He asked in a husky voice against her neck, which made her knees go weak.

"What is happening here?" The spell broke as they heard the voice. Bhumi was brought back to the cold reality, and she pulled away from Aryamann instantly and looked at him in utter horror.

And he had the nerve to smirk!

"I am asking you, what was going on here?" Dadi asked with a mock frown on her face, and Bhumi ran out of the kitchen embarrassed by getting caught, making out with her fake fiance.